บททั้งหมดของ MAFIA’S SURROGATE MISTRESS: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Louisa Delaney unbelievably glared at the content of the paper in her hands. Her stomach sank in despair. What had she just read? She batted her lashes up to catch the unbothered look of her husband and then her eyes roamed over to her mother-in-law who threw her face away almost immediately their eyes met. Her mother-in-law knew what she was doing. They all knew.“Colin, what is this?” she asked, returning her gaze to the man she called her husband, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart felt like it had been ripped out. Colin rolled his eyes in displeasure. “Stop being so dramatic Louisa, I'm sure you haven’t forgotten how to read” He spat.“This is surrogacy for crying out loud!” Her hands balled into fists, rumpling the paper in the process. “I'm your wife! How can you boldly ask me to carry a child for some stranger?” “We need to pay bills, Louisa! You know I lost my job and this is our only way out from this shack we live in!” He bellowed, the veins in his neck popping

“Congratulations Mrs. Carter, you are pregnant”Louisa almost choked on her saliva the moment those words filtered into her ears. “I– – I am?” She found herself stuttering with a voice barely audible.“Of course! This is great news for Mr.Alessandro” her heart skipped on hearing his name “I’ve sent words out to him. You are four weeks into” the Doctor's cheerful voice came from the other end of the line. Her heart rammed into her ribcage as the words registered in her brain. Was she supposed to be happy? How was she meant to react to this news? This was all new to her and the weight of it pulled her to slump into the bed. “We’ll get back to you on when to schedule your first appointment.” The line disconnected. Louisa subconsciously touched her stomach. Still flat but now carrying a life in it. She was neither happy nor sad. Just, uncertainty and anxiety.Pulling herself up from the couch she walked over to where the roses sat by the window in a vase. Her fingers glided over it,

The moment Louisa disappeared down the hallway, Alessandro’s anger brewed to the surface, he was barely holding himself from lashing out at Vivienne.What the fuck did she think she was doing? She hadn't been home in two days and now she was back trying to play the good wife? She knew how to get on his nerves and it was working.Without sparing her a glance he began walking away, back to his study. Every step he took was long and calculated. His jaws kept clenching and unclenching in frustration.Vivienne? She wasn't done with her tantrums. She tailed after him slipping into his study the moment he also walked in.Alessandro casually strode to the wine wrack, grabbed a bottle of an untouched Sassicaia wine, popped it open, and began pouring the content into a glass of ice.“I wasn't done talking to you yet, don’t walk out on me Alessandro!” Vivienne slapped her palms onto the table the moment she approached him.Alessandro’s eyes darkened in annoyance. She was his wife didn't mean he

Louisa’s eyelashes fluttered open at the continuous ringing of her phone. She was in a daze for a moment as she tried to make sense of her environment. The sun had begun to set, and all she did all day was sleep like the pregnant woman that she was. She sat up, rubbing her eyes as bile rose to her chest. The sickly feeling she had in her stomach made her nauseous. She lazily got out of bed, wore her flip-flops, and walked out of the room. Maybe tea might help settle the discomfort in her chest, she thought as she walked down the stairs, limping slightly. Strangely, there were no maids in sight for the first time since she arrived. The phone in her hand buzzed with an incoming text, but with the queasy feeling she was having, she didn't bother sparing a glance at it. As she approached the last stairs, she heard faint voices and a wave of laughter from the sitting room. Her legs were meant to take her to the kitchen, but she found herself walking in the direction the voices were

A private Villa in Naples, Italy“I suppose you have the shipment already delivered at the port?” Alessandro threw the question at two of his associates who stood in front of him. He glanced at his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. His jaw ticked like a time bomb. He should be on a plane right now, flying out of Naples, right back to Vegas to the woman he left on short notice. He hadn't seen her in the last twenty-four hours, and he was slowly losing it. “You look tensed, Alessandro, why not puff some cigarettes?” His Consigliere, with a smug look on his face, passed him a stick of cigar.Alessandro took it, placed it in-between his teeth, and lit it. He took his first drag and exhaled the smoke, which swirled around him like a thick fog. The two men being questioned looked at each other, both sweating profusely as if a bucket of water had just been upturned over them.One of them crashed onto his knees with trembling hands. “There is a bit of a situation, Boss.” His voice shook.